The God Intro

It's East Side until my ashes in a gold vase
Ride downtown in my city bumpin' Ghostface
F**k the police, b*tch
I feel like I'm O'Shea
Mental health problems nigga I know I'm not okay
Spillin' Pinot Grigio while I count up this bread
I like my b*tches pussy bald and my presidents dead
I shit in the booth, these hoes gon' lick my dick in the coupe
I got these niggas scared to drop like that Bishop in Juice
I wear the mask with the butterfly knife don't let me f**k up your life
I put your heart in a bucket of ice
I might be in a five star with a couple of dykes
It's Lord Benton, ill nigga cuffin' the mic
Niggas get shot everyday
He be aight, B
Gold Jesus piece hid over the polo white fleece
Fly niggas stay laced in vintage Versace
Need a stronger aerosol to mask the scent of the body
It's the God nigga
Money over b*tches
Power over cowards
Niggas plottin' so I bathe with the shotty in the shower
Homicide investigate a body every hour
Paranoid like smoke'll prolly buy an 8th of sour
The soundtrack to a killa's last breath
Up at Follies blowin' bread 'til ain't no f**kin' cash left, nigga
Never let no wet pussy f**k your dough up
Toast to the dead niggas, pour up
Blood money in the ziplock so it don't mold up
I feel like Mitch in the cherry red Beamer bumpin' Cold Crush
Second childhood, niggas grow up
The God in [?] b*tches go nuts
I'm stuntin' like Money Mayweather
The cash is way better than being broke
Get topped in the back of the grey Tesla
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